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| April 15, 2002 |
Internal Wrangler
Clinic
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Clinic epitomizes what I love about British indie rock, a band that
pushes the envelope musically while somehow remaining addictive as
hell. They are also smart enough not to take themselves too seriously.
The lyrics on "The Second Line" are a mess of nonsense that I found
myself singing along to just the same as the song pulsed along, while
"Distortions" is a gorgeously plaintive ballad accompanied by
synthesizer and just a touch of unsettling strings. I defy you not to
bop along to the organ in "2nd Foot Stomp." Not too shabby for a
debut album, and I'm sure touring with Radiohead didn't hurt their
reputation any either.
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